You follow your friend across all continent. You run from spirits that are chasing you and want to harm you both, you go through mountains, snow, water, and even underground ā places you have never went to, and never would have gone to, had it not been because you were following him.
Youāre hungry, and tired, and scared, and you know than thatās not even a third of what your friend is feeling. Your friend has been stabbed, and almost died. Your friend has been tasked with carrying an object with a great malice, that does nothing but hurt him, and it was out of his own will, because heās just such a good person that he decides to take on that burden so no one else has to.
Your friend is different. He barely talks. You can see him wilt, like one of the flowers from his garden. So, you take it on yourself to take care of him. Wherever he goes youāll follow. Youāll protect him from all the horrible creatures and monsters you find on the way, all of which want to hurt both of you. Youāll feed him, even if heās less hungry every day. Youāll sleep alongside him, even if the circles under his eyes never disappear. Youāll get into a lake to reach him, even if you drown.
You meet this strange creature, tormented too by the object your friend is carrying, and he tries to kill you both. You hate him. How dare he try to kill him? How dare he try to gain his sympathy? And he does. Your friend is compassionate and kind and refuses the kill him. Not only does he spare his life, but he takes him in, and takes care of this creature. You want to shake him, to tell him to open his eyes. Heās plotting against us, you want to say. Donāt you see? But you also feel pity for the poor thing, a shadow of the hobbit it used to be, all because of that cursed thing your friend carries on his neck. You want to get rid of it, as soon as possible.
That creature ends up betraying your friendās trust, of course it did, you already knew it, but you canāt tell your friend that, not when heās dead. He died. You fight a monster for him, you cry over his corpse. His kindness killed him. He volunteered to carry that dammed ring, and it killed him. He spared that creatureās life, and he murdered him. You decide to get rid of that ring on your own. Even if this ārevengeā against the thing that killed your friend doesnāt feel good, because heās not there with you.
But you discover heās alive, so youāll go get him. Youāll fight orcs and run several stairs, and when you sing, heāll complete your song.
You walk around hell, he can barely lift his head from the weight. Youāll carry him if you have to. You feel almost hopeless, heās barely conscious. With your last strength, you remember your past life, how you used to be, how he used to be, before the life got sucked out of him, out of you both, and you lift him up. You carry him. You always knew you would.
That thing got such a hold on him that he refuses to destroy it. The creature comes back and bites his finger off. You get away from the flames, and, yes, fuck, youāre both going to die, arenāt you? At least youāre together. But you survive, and you go back home, and he spares the life of the tyrant controlling and oppressing your neighbors and family, because heās just that compassionate. He doesnāt want any more death.
Life goes on, you get married, become mayor, have a child. Heās writing all the journey you both did on a book, but he doesnāt find happiness, at least, not like how you did. His wounds still ache, even if theyāre already healed, and his eyes are still glazed over sometimes. You live together, but it feels like heās on a whole different world, no matter how much you try to be there for him.
And despite it all, despite all you did, despite all he did, it wasnāt enough. It was never meant to be enough. He left. He was always meant to leave. Since the beginning of time, the story was written, the song was sung, and he always left. But, still, if you went back to the beginning, you would do it all over again. You would still try to save him, even if you knew you wouldnāt be able to. Isnāt that what you did the first time around too?
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